Lessons from my mother: "don't outlive your septic system."
[daily log: walking, 6.5km]
Lessons from my mother: "don't outlive your septic system."
[daily log: walking, 6.5km]
(Poem #79 on new numbering scheme)
Blink. Sit up. It's morning. Now I'm awake. The pain of sleep fades. My body needs to move. One shoulder resists movement. I finally begin to rise. The first thing is to make some coffee.